This time.

This time its sink or swim with kamikaze jet fighters in my mind watching, waiting, aiming. Shot. Caught in the middle of a crossfire, trying to figure out what to do. Pushed to the edge of my reason, everywhere around me its treason. Are we going down or will we fly?

This is what I thought i wanted, then why am i afraid. My energy is in a cup of caramel frappe. Grande only. Its this or that at here and there, and then its this or that at here and there again. Full circle. Small circle. Still a circle. I wouldnt wait for you at the ticket line. The line is so long and people are tired. Pull me like elastic, stretch me like rubber, I wouldnt go under.

Yes jo. yes maybe today baby.